Skins: New Generation

Bristol

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a part of Skins: New Generation, by ShadowedxLove.

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ShadowedxLove holds sovereignty over Bristol, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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Bristol

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Bristol is a part of Skins: New Generation.

6 Characters Here

Jayson Goldsworthy [1] "Who says everyone needs to be fixed?"
Levi Jaxson [1] "Sarcasm moterf****r, do you speak it?"
Cadee Leroy [1] "Grow up!"
Khoas Deleon [0] "What else am I suppose to do?"
Aria Strom [0] "Don't try to fix me."
Katsutoshi 'Katz' Morimoto [0] "Yea!!! Lets get f#*&@d up!!"

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Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy

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Jayson Goldsworthy

As the early rays of morning seeped through the curtains Jayson had been walking 'home' at the early hours of morning. She had been out partying all night and now had to figure out a way to sneak back into her house so that her foster parents wouldn't find out she'd been out. With that thought in mind she sighed and headed for the door. She looked into the wndow near the door and saw no one. She smiled slightly before unlocking and opening the door. She hurried upstairs and into her room as she heard movement from her foster parents' bedroom. She changed into an outfit for school after changing. Jayson was stiil new there as she'd only been attending that school for a week. She made sure to grabe her phone and put it in her back pocket before leaving. Jayson wasn't hungry so she didn't bother with the breakfast that her foster mum was making. She headed to school and made it early as usual. As she walked through the parking lot she ignored the looks thrown at her.

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Character Portrait: Cadee Leroy Character Portrait: Levi Jaxson

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The morning sun shone through the blinders on the windows while Cadee stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling above her head. She had a slight headache and all of her memories from last night were a blur. She wrapped the sheath around her body and winced as she sat up. She must have made some noise because the guy lying next to her stirred, and for a moment Cadee thought that he was going to wake up, but he continued to sleep. If she remembered correctly, his name was Jordan. She met him at the club last night, though she couldn't really recall what he looked like. From what she could see from her side of the bed he had a nice muscled back. He was probably a swimmer, she assumed. His hair was dark and seemed well taken care of... The ringtone of her phone startled her and made her headache even worse. She almost fell from the bed while reaching for her bag on the floor. Looking at the caller ID, she grimaced. It was her mother. The maids probably informed her that she hadn't spent the night home, though she didn't realize why that bothered her mother since she never really cared if she was home or not. Then it hit her. She had school today. Even thought she didn't really care for school she didn't want to have her car keys being taken away so she dragged herself out of bed and searched for her clothes. She dressed quietly and was half way out the door, when the guy woke up.

"You're leaving already?" he asked, sitting up in the bed.

"I have school." Cadee turned to see a handsome face with a pair of piercing blue eyes.

"Oh," he said, a bit disappointed. "Well, I had a great night, Cadee."

"Me, too. Bye then, Jordan," she said. She could hear him as she closed the door, "I'm Brandon."

"Yeah, whatever, it’s not like I’ll be seeing you again," she mumbled.

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She didn't have to face her mother until later tonight since she was probably already in the office, so when she got home she went straight to her bathroom to take a shower. After she was done with the bathroom she walked into her walk-in closet and got dressed. She went to her desk to take her car keys, but they weren't there. Her mother must have took them. It was a good thing she hid her spare keys on a place her mother would never even think to look for them: the garage. Sometimes the most obvious places were the best hiding places. She smirked as she unlocked the doors of her baby, a present for her birthday from her grandfather, who was actually the only one who remembered her birthday without anyone actually having to remind him. She put the car in gear and drove off. Fifteen minutes later she arrived to school and turned off the engine. She popped two pills into her mouth and got out of the car. Putting on her sunglasses she headed toward the entrance.



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Lex was about to win the race when he was startled awake by his cousins. The ten and four year old's jumped on his bed until he was awake enough to mumble "I'm up, I'm up." and they rushed out of his room giggling. This was their morning routine. Lex had trouble waking up since no matter how many alarm clocks he sets up he would always sleep through them. He couldn't afford to sleep in late since he had community work first thing in the morning, and if he was late he would have his hours prolonged and that he really didn't need. So what is a better alarm clock if not children? He would always wonder how could they have so much energy first thing in the morning. Even as a kid he loved his sleep. But these two always seem like they are high on sugar or maybe they run on those batteries. What were they called again? Duracell?
He stretched, and dragged himself to the bathroom. All dressed he walked into the kitchen where his aunt, Anne, was making breakfast while Rebecca and Kevin were eating their cereal.

"Shouldn't you cut down with their sugar intake?" he asked, eyeing the full bowls.

"I could, but you wouldn't have who to wake you up in the morning." Anne joked as she poured coffee and offered it to Lex.

"True that." he said and gladly took it. He smelled the rich scent of the coffee couldn't help but smile. Nothing better than the first cup of coffee, he thought to himself as he went to sit on the porch. There was a no smoking rule in the house and he would comply. So whenever he would smoke he would sit outside on the porch. A couple of cigs and two cups of coffee later he got into his car and drove to meet with his community worker.